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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2021 9:56 am
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Eriol was hungry. It ravaged through his bones and blood, clawing within his stomach as he lapped at his lips with a dry tongue. He had starved himself, too hellbent on the chase of another something to occupy his scattered time and mind to remember his own needs. It bit him, as those things often did, forming into a desperate and ravenous hunger that threatened to spill over his morals. The old him would have gladly found dinner in the form of an unsuspecting traveler, but he was a changed man.
Too bad the one who did the changing was gone.
He stalked through the trees, feet soundlessly brushing over the earth as he hunted. If he wasn't going to drain a stranger then prey would have to do, even if it wasn't as nourishing. He had two issues he was faced with; he was, without a doubt, on tribe lands, and he was sure he was being followed by an airborne fox. Neither issue presented itself much concern, honestly, but Eriol was also a cocky fox. He knew he tended to bite off more than he could chew, but it made life exciting at least.
Still, the sounds of wings above him were unsettling at best. He debated pressing further, but it was best to deal with these problems head-on. He came to a stop, settling neatly into himself and craning his head towards the heavens, irritation evident on his maw.
"If you're going to track me at least say something."
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